Pain Music
Big 26 shit, nigga
Twenty dead opps, I'm too high
Shots hit from out the window, bent 'em, head bust on the corner
I'm a people person, but don't like bein' 'round people, I'm a loner
I pop pills to help me with my pain, I used to be a stoner
But I'm done smokin' weed, I smoke opps, he a goner
Ha, new pack
Knock, knock, who's that?
That pillow talkin' got him whacked
He gone, I know he want him back
Say you love me, but never called me back
What type of shit is that?
She tryna teach me about love, but I don't believe in that
Oxycodin, I'm in love
Xanax in my lean, I can't stop pourin' up
Tell me you'll do, then you don't, what the fuck?
I'm off these Percs, baby, I'm tryna fuck
Let me fuck for four hours, just say, "That's enough"
That's how I know that shit ain't love
A bitch that really love you gon' let you fuck until she go numb
Pop a Perc', give that shit thirty minutes, then I go dumb
I got niggas really fightin' sentences, prayin' they don't come
Do or die, well bitch, I'm a man, on ten where I'ma stand
Quick to get to sprayin', go against the plan, my side don't do no playin'
If shots, get behind me, street certified, I protect all my fans
Don't pray, but if I did at night, I'd send one up for all my fans
If I die today, know I'm okay, keep out your open hands
I'd go spoil all the bros before I pay for a ho OnlyFans
We got this shit up in control, I barely like to troll no more
But bitch, when I'm behind that mic, I'm woofin' bad like, "Who want smoke?"
Shots hit from out the window, bent 'em, head bust on the corner
I'm a people person, but don't like bein' 'round people, I'm a loner
I pop pills to help me with my pain, I used to be a stoner
But I'm done smokin' weed, I smoke opps, he a goner
Ha, new pack
Knock, knock, who's that?
That pillow talkin' got him whacked
He gone, I know he want him back
Say you love me, but never called me back
What type of shit is that?
She tryna teach me about love, but I don't believe in that
Swipe a bitch, scam that
The card ain't hit, can't pay 'em back, huh?
You been knew you was bad, now he wan' smack, that lil' ass fat, huh?
Now he tryna jab it from the back, huh?
I would pay that ass, two racks, huh?
You wish you could go back, huh?
First time over O, you was stayin' with your people, huh?
Brother gone, that's that reaper, huh?
Ain't do shit but smoke reefer, huh?
In the canals, it's evil, huh?
Li Rye don't like shit 'less to make a flipper, huh?
They never see your lonely nights fightin' demons, huh?
You was outside swingin' bullets, huh?
You and all your niggas, late night schemin', huh?
You tryna catch an opp, but show him you a demon, huh?
They dissin' while you outside posted up with no demon time
Got pape', now when he slide, he swipe his Glock, hop in a different ride
Was claimin' an opp, his brother dropped, he hopped on live and cried
Wake up out my freeze, sayin', "What the fuck? My nigga really died"
Them foxes on the hunt, ain't hard to believe they really hidin'
This Draco back a punch, the opps get crunched, we hit shit with that iron
It's lookin' like a bloodline, damn, they not even tryin'
Get your paperwork when he got told on by that nigga
I ain't gon' say his name, ain't tryna spank right now, ain't got the time
Bodies, bitches, bodies, bodies, bitches, only thing on my line
Twenty dead opps, I'm too high
Shots hit from out the window, bent 'em, head bust on the corner
I'm a people person, but don't like bein' 'round people, I'm a loner
I pop pills to help me with my pain, I used to be a stoner
But I'm done smokin' weed, I smoke opps, he a goner
Ha, new pack
Knock, knock, who's that?
That pillow talkin' got him whacked
He gone, I know he want him back
Say you love me, but never called me back
What type of shit is that?
She tryna teach me about love, but I don't believe in that
Oxycodin, I'm in love
Xanax in my lean, I can't stop pourin' up
Tell me you'll do, then you don't, what the fuck?
I'm off these Percs, baby, I'm tryna fuck
Let me fuck for four hours, just say, "That's enough"
That's how I know that shit ain't love
A bitch that really love you gon' let you fuck until she go numb
Pop a Perc', give that shit thirty minutes, then I go dumb
I got niggas really fightin' sentences, prayin' they don't come
Do or die, well bitch, I'm a man, on ten where I'ma stand
Quick to get to sprayin', go against the plan, my side don't do no playin'
If shots, get behind me, street certified, I protect all my fans
Don't pray, but if I did at night, I'd send one up for all my fans
If I die today, know I'm okay, keep out your open hands
I'd go spoil all the bros before I pay for a ho OnlyFans
We got this shit up in control, I barely like to troll no more
But bitch, when I'm behind that mic, I'm woofin' bad like, "Who want smoke?"
Shots hit from out the window, bent 'em, head bust on the corner
I'm a people person, but don't like bein' 'round people, I'm a loner
I pop pills to help me with my pain, I used to be a stoner
But I'm done smokin' weed, I smoke opps, he a goner
Ha, new pack
Knock, knock, who's that?
That pillow talkin' got him whacked
He gone, I know he want him back
Say you love me, but never called me back
What type of shit is that?
She tryna teach me about love, but I don't believe in that
Swipe a bitch, scam that
The card ain't hit, can't pay 'em back, huh?
You been knew you was bad, now he wan' smack, that lil' ass fat, huh?
Now he tryna jab it from the back, huh?
I would pay that ass, two racks, huh?
You wish you could go back, huh?
First time over O, you was stayin' with your people, huh?
Brother gone, that's that reaper, huh?
Ain't do shit but smoke reefer, huh?
In the canals, it's evil, huh?
Li Rye don't like shit 'less to make a flipper, huh?
They never see your lonely nights fightin' demons, huh?
You was outside swingin' bullets, huh?
You and all your niggas, late night schemin', huh?
You tryna catch an opp, but show him you a demon, huh?
They dissin' while you outside posted up with no demon time
Got pape', now when he slide, he swipe his Glock, hop in a different ride
Was claimin' an opp, his brother dropped, he hopped on live and cried
Wake up out my freeze, sayin', "What the fuck? My nigga really died"
Them foxes on the hunt, ain't hard to believe they really hidin'
This Draco back a punch, the opps get crunched, we hit shit with that iron
It's lookin' like a bloodline, damn, they not even tryin'
Get your paperwork when he got told on by that nigga
I ain't gon' say his name, ain't tryna spank right now, ain't got the time
Bodies, bitches, bodies, bodies, bitches, only thing on my line
Credits
Writer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O. Thomas, Jaasu Amir Mallory, Andrew Albert Abkarian, Roderick Dale Henderson
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